14 fevereiro, 2007

A special kiss for my special treasure

...Kissing...
The red light of the sun,
slowly descending.
The sky is all I see,
it's never ending.
We could fly, you and I
On a cloud,
kissing, kissing.
The wind plays with the leaves,
the weather turns colder.
But as long as we believe,
love doesn't get older.
We could fly,you and I.
On a cloud,kissing, kissing.
On a journey of the heart,
there's so much to see.
And when the sky is dark,
you'll be right here,
right here with me.
Right here with me.
Kissing.

1 comentário:

P M disse...

Thank you for being right here...
Love you...